Slept til noon with the last REM very elaborate: described below.

Nick had a guitar he had to sell. Dennis Farina showed up as a bad cop and bribed me, Nick, and John Cussak to engage in real estate fraud.  We went to a Jerry Brown type, hand made house for the first installment of the plot.  From there the denouement and Farina was killed, only to be sidled up to by the sleazy, overseer-er type who still wanted his pound of flesh, in spite of the fact that most of the players were deceased.  Cussak type tried to run but he was caught and beaten about the head and shoulders while I helplessly watched on the other side of the fence that I couldn't climb if my life depended on it, which it probably did in this scenario.  All was going to hell in a hand basket when I woke up feeling mostly well. Now for lunch and work my final day this week at VDM.  Tomorrow pay the pool guys, the Edison bill, the Santa Clarita bill, call Wells Fargo, and wash my car, get the cabin filters checked, get the heater temp repaired, and have a wonderful day.  Listening now to Steyn with Milt Rosenberg on a podcast.  Good explanation of the folly of borrowing our way to prosperity on the backs of our grand children.  Tell that to the intellectual establishment, the media, and the politicians.  Have a good day.